Kali listens to Bander's ramblings with interest, more than happy to put the confrontation with Thalasi behind her. After a little while, she begins to ask questions about the different gods and their legends and stories. Eventually, she starts asking about stories Bander has about his travels and those of his people.
With her back turned, Peregrine doesn't see Slam's cutting of his hand, or the prayer and healing of it, with the wooden staff turning to the blue crystal that the hobgoblins have been searching for; she does, however, hear the murmur of amazement from the others, and when she turns her head one direction to use her peripheral vision to glance behind her, Thalasi ignores her and goes the other way.
For a moment, she closes her eyes; a deep breath, a moment's meditation, and she retrieves her lantern and opens up the narrow slot once more, using the light to guide her up the path, leaving the shore and the boat (stolen or not) behind. She doesn't really have a destination, she's just working to get away from the situation and let go of stress.
Eventually, Bander's stories of the gods reach her ears, and though she opens her mouth to correct him on particulars, the kender outrageousness of several of them give her pause, then cause her to close her mouth. Belief is a strange thing, she muses to herself, and the beliefs of kender stranger still. She listens for a while more, then admits to herself, Entertaining, though, however incoherent.
The elf approaches the barnaid I apologize for me earlier harsh words. If you like I can tell you about the gods as told to me.
Kali's smile disappears as she hears Thalasi speaking to her. Her face becomes a mask without any expression.
"I accept your apology," she says before snapping her fingers and undoing the ridiculous hairstyle, "but it's probably better if we stay away from one another."
Putting actions to words, she increases her pace until she's about thirty feet ahead of the others.
He shrugs and puts on his white cowl
He watches Kali move ahead. "I was going to suggest a get-along tunic." He chuckles. When he notes the blank stares of the others he explains. "My aunt Juniper was a big Kender." He puffs his cheeks out indicating girth. "She had this old beat up night shirt. When my cousin Tinslehaff would fight or argue she would make us both get in the shirt and sit together." He seems wistful. "Sometimes for hours."
You find a good place near the underbrush to build a fire and to camp. I never intended for a house to find, well, you find a Fisherman's Shack though. If you can stand the block and tackle.
"Thanks, Maddok. I wouldn't have spotted this without you,"Kali says when they find a good pot to rest. She fetches the others and brings them to the clearing just out of sight that Maddok had found.
"We should probably sleep close to each other to keep warm rather than building a fire," she suggests as they begin to setup camp.
Bander looks toward the others. "There is a shack there. Probably some fihser person's shack."
"I saw that, but I'm not sure that we want to be smelling fishy smells all night," she says, "Not as fun as it might sound."
Bander shrugs.
A building is probably more defensible than being out in the open. says the elf.
"Its your mission Slam. Fishmonger's cottage or open sky?"
Peregrine looks up at the sky, her expression pensive as the scouts locate the fisherman’s shack and its little clearing. “Anyone know what the weather’s going to do? I for one wouldn’t care to get a soaking. Or freeze.”
Using Survival to gauge what the weather is going to be tonight, specifically if it’s going to rain or turn especially cold. The PFSRD says the DC is 15, but whichever the GM says. :)
Survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
"Whichever is more comfortable for you." Slam says.
Bander nods at Peregrine's forecast. "Rain would be miserable. Let's go for the shack."
Bander moves toward the door quietly. He looks in the window.
"Oh, if it's going to rain, then we should definitely get under some cover," Kali says before following Bander in case he needs help.
[B] Vander, can you check the doors to see of the door is unlocked? [_b] the elf asks.
Maddok stares up into the darkening sky for several long seconds blinking. Seemingly finding what he was looking for, the minotaur snorts in approval. He quickly and deftly sets to work staging a shelter alongside the shack his companions were looking for entry to. He carefully angles a large stretch of oiled canvas to deflect the worst of the weather coming from the southwest.
"Maddok stand guard outside. Tiny house doesn't have good view", the bull warns indicating the shack.
The tiny shack has a place for a fire. It can warm up the shack during times of cold.
"We should probably take turns keeping an eye out, Maddok. It's not fair if you don't get any sleep while the rest of us are off in dreamland," Kali says while helping him with the oiled canvas.
Bander points to the hearth. "Small comforts." He heads over and looks to start a small fire. "I wonder how early the fish mongers start. I mean they'll have to cross the lake." He looks around. "Maybe they clean their catch here."
Bander notices a small mirror that is reflecting the firelight. There are also several fishhooks here, a small cast iron pan, and places to dry fish in the fireplace.
The white robe will find a corner away from the group and will pull out his spellbook to review whixh spells they might need in the morning.
Bander picks up the mirror, "Hmm." He continues to rather absently to look about.
Bander finds a spot to roll out his bed roll and fiddles with his gear. He winces and sucks his finger as he tries to stow some fish hooks he found. He lays down and looks at himself in the small mirror. Before he places it among his things.
He rolls over where he can look toward Slam. "You didn't have to do that you know?" He sighs, "Cut your hand like that. I mean I know ogre's are tough blokes so yer not likely to shy away from pain but I mean. . . . I wanted to believe you." He looks away, "Yer different from most folks not just ogres. I only said you might be crazy. I mean what fun is taking a risk on someone if they are a sure thing." He turns and lays back on his pillow looking at the rafters. A look of mild sadness feeling as his limited apology wasn't enough.
You find that there are some dry fish under the dry cloth. Although there is a greasy cloth used to wipe the cast iron pan.
Slam will also pull guard outside and finally take the moment to eat his potatoes. By this point they are cold, but the spices are very good.
Looking over at Maddok, Slam extends the hand holding the small cloth containing said potatoes towards him.
Maddok helps himself to the offered potatoes and enjoys them noisily.
"Mmm. Cold 'tatoes. Still good."
Peregrine pauses before going into the shack to take her belongings back from Maddok; placing her hand on the minotaur's arm, she smiles up at him. "Thank you," she says, simple and direct, as she judges is most appropriate with the bull-headed Blood Sea native. Shifting her gaze to Na'shok, she gives him a peculiar little nod of respect, almost a bow but only at the neck, held for a few moments longer than one normally would, then follows the others into the shack.
She does not, fortunately or no, have anything to really contribute to any sort of snack, but for herself she has no need for it; she'd eaten at the Inn before all the hullaballoo began. For a moment she looks towards the entrance, where Slam sits with Maddok; she shrugs, then goes about extracting a bedroll and a couple of blankets. She'll lend one of the latter to anyone who seems to need it, help to start the fire with an arcane gesture sort of like snapping her fingers and a murmur of "جرقه" (which ignites a section of the fire), and glances amongst the others for a moment before she sets out the bulls-eye lantern for use and settles into her bedding.
"Wake me when it's my turn to keep a look-out," she asks, leaving it to the others to decide when that is, and snuggles up to work on dozing off.
Kali also thanks Maddok as she gets her pack from him. She sits on her heels as she also thanks Na'shok for keeping an eye out while holding out a hand in a silent request to be allowed to give him a little petting before turning to Slam.
"Hey. Are you alright? I know we were skeptical, but I don't think any of us wanted you to hurt yourself to prove your point," she says to him.
Kali lays out her bedroll and blanket with an air of someone having done this a thousand times before, though not recently. She takes off the breastplate she wears and stacks it neatly beside her pack before pulling off her tunic and puling out a fine shirt of mail. The metal of the tiny rings glimmers in the firelight as if it were enchanted and not mere steel. She slips it on and settles it in place with practiced ease before pulling off her boots and laying out her weapons neatly beside her bedroll.
Still, she was not yet ready to lay down. She unties her lute from her pack and softly tunes the strings for a moment before starting to play. Her nerves are worse than she had thought as her playing isn't as good as it normally was. After a couple of minutes, she stops, finding that the music was not helping her to relax as she had hoped.
Her eyes fall on Peri laying nearby. She hesitates. Should she disturb the other woman just to calm her own nerves? What if it doesn't work? Then she would have bothered her for nothing. She feels too much tension to sleep, though, and her more selfish side wins out.
"Peri, can you hear me," she asks softly, hoping to at least avoid disturbing the others.
Not needing to care for armor, confident in her magic's ability to tidy herself up (though make no mistake, a good long hot bath is clearly a sacred experience for followers of every god), Peregrine is sleeping in her clothing ... though were truth to be told, she's not exactly comfortable doing so; a wandering adventurer she's not and has never been. So the movements and shifting of the others is enough to keep her away from the depths of sleep, and though Kali's playing is tolerable, it isn't as good as Peregrine knows she can do. The murmured query does not come as a surprise.
Never having mastered the technique of cracking open one eye just a little bit, both of Peregrine's brown eyes open, albeit not all the way. "I'm still awake,", she tells the other young woman.
At Bander's comment, Slam said "The only true test of honor is the last one."
At Kali's question, Slam says "I am uninjured. As to whether I am alright, I have no choice but to be. The Gods have chosen me, and I will not fail in the given task while my heart still beats. You should get some sleep. We still have far to go."
"I will. Just promise me that you're not going to push yourself too hard. You can't do any good if you're dead," She tells him. She hesitates a moment before trying to offer Slam a smile, but it doesn't really work. As much as she hates it, she can't help seeing the shades of the ogres that haunt her nightmares when she looks at him.
"G'night Slam. wake me when your watch is done and I'll take over."
With that, she ducks inside.
"Y-you're not going to take me away to a tower or anything, are you," she blurts out before she can think of something better. She regrets it almost as soon as the words leave her mouth. Still, she can't unsay them, and she bites her bottom lip as she waits for Peri's answer.
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The human woman gives a small smile to her ... not friend, exactly, but ... 'well-known acquaintance'. The two were undoubtedly going to find out quite a bit more about each other in the coming days, perhaps weeks, and perhaps might move further towards friendship. Her eyes close again, but the smile remains on her face. "For a little trick like that? No, Kali. The Conclave won't be interested in you until you develop much greater talent, akin to that which you'll undoubtedly see from Thalasi in the coming days, when we meet some serious trouble we can't slip away from. I know a thing or two as well ..."
She trails off, and one might be forgiven for thinking maybe she dozed off in the middle of talking, but then her eyes open again, and an eerie foxfire of red and white and weirdly-visible black, visible flame distinct in the dark which gives no real light, ripples around her eyes where the irises of brown normally rest. "You have to want the magic, Kali. Really, seriously, fiercely want it -- like food, like water, like ... like air. Want the magic as much, maybe more, than you want life. Not necessarily for what it can do, but ... for the knowing itself."
Another small smile, this one of rueful pity, though not necessarily for Kali, crosses her lips, and the coruscation dims, fades, and her brown gaze is back. "There is a cost to such desire -- though often enough, the desire itself is the cost. But until you truly pursue the magic, they'll have no interest in you. Rest easy."
"That's not all I can do," Kali says, not sure how much she should reveal. She'd already shown that she could do magic, so she wasn't sure what else that may have told Thalasi and Peri. "I didn't study or anything. I just wanted to get away from some gua- er, guys one day, and I found out I could do magic."
Her eyes still closed, Peregrine smiles, a little impishly. "Are you trying to convince me you should be hauled off? You stumbled across the language, Kali -- the resonance as my mother called it, the song, the rhythm, however you know it. For you it is a song, a pattern, one or three or six, which have some use. Can you write it? Can you put it down, pen and ink to parchment, so that your thoughts and knowledge can be considered and debated and used by others? When you can form that pattern into words that describe not only the shape of the magic you've found but also the shape of your mind, when you want to learn a spell for no other reason but the sheer delight in knowing it ... then you'll be on the path to the Tower. Until then, don't worry about it, and let's get some sleep."
Perception checks:
Bander's eyes open up. "Huh?"
He grabs his hoopak and moves to the door. He opens it up and looks for those keeping watch outside. He speaks through a yawn. "What's that noise?"
He looks around for the source of the noise or signs of danger.
Hearing rhe commotion outside and expecting trouble the qhitw robe grabs his spell component pouch and begins to chant the spider language of magic
Ast thinoeb Rouen Ventnor as a spiritual form of eoven chain appears and settles over his body only to disappear.
Kali chuckles with mixed embarrassment and nervousness at Peri's remark.
"I will. Dream well, Peri," she says before settling in for the night.
Kali sleeps, unaware of anything going on, though the movement and talking are dragging her towards consciousness.
Moving as little as possible, Maddok tries to spot who/what is moving in the night.